User blog comment:Llamao/Kotir Reborn/@comment-3474228-20120511000725

A paw comes down heavily on Neggie's shoulder as she heads down the path in the dark of the night. "Ye'd be in real trouble for this, Neggie. But y'have good intentions, so I won't say a word." Flynn is limping behind her, his leg still hurting but somewhat healed.

Vask is thrown into the slave pens after hard hours of work, and he slumps down next to JR, exhausted. "Impossible ... these bonds, they're stronger than I've usually seen them. Looks like they want t'protect their slaves good..."